OUR FIRST PAGE OF POEMS!!!

Hey! You like poems? Right! Well, here are some for ya! don't have many yet, but, soon, we will be full. (hopefully)
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DREAMS

by Sean Emerson

Is There a life Good enough to live?

I feel excited at what is mine to give.
A puff on a cloud, The world goes away,
Down to the ground,where sadly I stay.
Look at the skies, clouds dance in a play,
and I sit in my own cloud,happy today.
Do you have the power to change what you see?
A move of my hand, the cloud is a bee.
Colors abound, covering the ground,
I float up above, impervious to sound.
As i come back down, mind holding what i found,
I pile it with others, making a mound.

thanks to Sean Emerson for submitting this poem. If you want to submit a poem, Click the box!

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IT IS FINISHED

by Eric C.

On Calvery's hill,

power of sin stood still.
On that glorious day
a man died.
He was the way.

The way was formed

for a healing balm
to gush throughout the land.
In life and light
truths exalted might
lead to a greater way still.

Eternal day, nights black light

covered the noonday sky.
A firm embrace, face to face
The lord of truth laid by.

Laid by his life,

his stamina and might,
in one black fiery hour.
Sin is slain, its sting undone,
And released of its power.

Truth has won, once for all

On Gods Normandy
And sin's slaves have been freed
By this noble deed.

Death and sin, black as midnight,

ended in dark harmony.
Came upon Gods only son
until his pain was forever done.
“IT IS FINISHED” Jesus cried,
on the moment that he died.

thanks to Eric C. for submitting this poem.
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Another poem by the illustrious Sean Emerson for Your viewing pleasure!

Future Unknown,
By Sean Emerson

Future is best left unsaid,

For in it we all end up dead.
Nothing is fated to be,
The future is not ours to see, the future is also a mystery.
Till now is then and tommorow today,
A surprise, the future,
our lives will stay.
Tommorow is unknown,
forever unknown
we could be decrepit and old,
or forever in a younger mold.
Will delapidation take it's toll,
or a car upon us will roll.
The future is not ours to see, forever remaining a mystery!

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